Alumni Weeend

A few things up front. This is a "hotwife" story, not a "cuckold" story. No one is being cheated on, and Kara and her husband do love each other.

Things ramp up relative to the previous story, and this one contains rougher consensual sex, as well as some light bondage. Kara's experiences throughout the series

will

get much kinkier as the stories progress.

While it is

possible

to read this without reading the first story in the series, it is a continuation of that story, and really should be read as a part-two.

Kara and Clay are still early in their journey, so there is a little more buildup, and little more story around the sex scenes. Their experiences will be evolving as the series goes on. (In comparison to the Tawny series, where she and her husband are well-established in their kink, and those stories tend to get down to business pretty quickly.)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI's don't exist and birth control is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present a large health risk, and a non-zero pregnancy risk.

Fantasy is fine, but real women in the real world are quite unlikely to share Kara's sexual tastes.

The Kara Unleashed stories so far:

#1 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 01

#2 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 02

Copyright © 2024 by EightBits.

All Rights Reserved.

Alumni Weekend - Part 2

Confession

I awoke to sunlight streaming into our room, and felt the contentment I always felt when Kara was curled up next to me. She was still asleep, and I looked at the clock. 9:30. That was pretty late, until you considered that we'd been up into the early hours of the morning. My wife had fucked me like a woman possessed after we'd gotten back to the hotel last night, and afterwards I think we were both asleep in seconds.

I turned on my side, and gazed at her, as I thought about last night at my old frat house. Kara dancing with the fraternity guys. Kenny, the big football player, carrying her upstairs. Her happily swallowing the load of cum shot into her mouth by my old classmate Barry. Her being fucked doggy-style by Haden. The almost intimate way she and Curt had had sex there at the end.

Replaying last night's adventure in my head was like a test to see if, in the cold light of morning, I felt any jealousy. I examined my feelings, but didn't find any signs of it. On the contrary, thinking about Kara's exploits was starting to make my dick hard. I scooted over a bit, and nestled my growing erection against her thigh.

"Ummm," she murmured sleepily. "Is that for me?"

"You know it is."

She opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Well, if it's for me, don't keep me waiting," as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

❖ ❖ ❖

"Another donut?"

"You temptress, " I said. "Yes."

I'm not a coffee guy, so I depend on sugar to get my metabolism going in the morning. We'd taken a quick shower, and were now replenishing the calories expended in our earlier fun. I was glad we'd thought to stock our hotel room with donuts after we'd gotten into town.

"Any regrets?" asked Kara, her tone light but her face serious.

I took a bite of jelly donut, and thought for a second. "Nope. I may be a little bummed that now I can't really introduce you to my old alumni buddies as my wife." I grinned. "But that's a small price to pay for last night."

"I'm glad you think so," she said. "I know you were looking forward to showing me off." I started to protest, but she continued. "No, don't act innocent. I'm aware of how much you like it when guys give you those envious looks when I'm on your arm."

What could I say? I did and she knew it. I especially hated missing the opportunity to let Finn know I'd won in the "beautiful wife" category. Annie was certainly pretty, but Kara was in a whole different league. I sheepishly acknowledged her point.

"Although," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "just think of their reactions if you showed up with me dressed all demurely, the perfect wife, and we acted like nothing happened last night."

I laughed. "Yeah, that would be funny, at least until they got past the shock and all the guys started giving me shit about being a 'cuckold'."

Finn in particular. I could just hear what he'd say. "So, can't satisfy your hot wife, eh McDonagh?" Most of those guys would never believe that not only had I been ok with what she'd done, but that it had been my idea, and I'd enjoyed it. I know some guys enjoyed that flavor of kink, I just wasn't one of them.

"I am surprised that you started off with a gang-bang." She started to look upset, and I hastily continued. "No, no, babe, it's fine, it was amazing. I had just sort of assumed that if we ever did try sharing you with another guy, that we would sort of ease into things."

"Well," she said, "I knew you wanted to be there, not just hear about it. So if we found a guy for me to... umm... romp with, the only way you could watch is because you were my husband. I pay attention when you share your fantasies with me, and I knew you'd hate it if the guy even looked at you wrong, and so would I. If the guy did that 'watch how a real man fucks your wife' shit, I'd punch him right in the dick." She giggled. "Which would probably put a damper on things."

I gave an involuntary wince. "Uh, yeah, I suspect it would."

"I figured that you could watch some random girl get gang-banged without anyone finding it too weird. Beyond the obvious folly of not joining in, that is."

"Yeah, I guess I've just never been comfortable having sex with an audience," I answered. "My sex life has always been pretty conventional. In my college days here, it was just girlfriends, or the occasional after-party hookup. No groups, not even a

ménage à trois

. So last night I used the 'happily married' excuse, which worked fine."

She nodded, and I saw her file away that bit of information about my past.

"So why did you finally do it?" I asked. Her being with another man was a fantasy I've had for a very long time, and she'd always politely dismissed it. Not saying no, but more just disbelieving that it was something I wanted her to actually do.

Kara shook her head. "I don't know. When you told me about your frat alumni thing, something just clicked. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to surprise you by fulfilling your fantasy."

"Success," I exclaimed. "You definitely fulfilled it, and I was certainly surprised."

She smiled at me and said, "I'm glad it made you happy." Her smile turned devilish as she added, "All those nice hard cocks made me pretty happy too."

I laughed. "Good! You enjoying it is what makes it so sexy."

"It's nice when everybody wins," she drawled, and we clinked our glasses of orange-juice together.

I was still thinking about how quickly and easily she'd gone from zero to sixty.

"Last night, at the frat house, did you do stuff like that when you were in college?" I asked, trying not to sound either too judgmental or too excited.

"You mean, was I slutty?" She closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes, kind of." She opened her eyes and looked at me as she continued. "As you might have guessed, last night wasn't my first experience with group sex."

I

had

guessed that, of course, but even after seeing her in action last night, it was still kind of a shock to hear her admit it.

"And you never told me." I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice, but I didn't succeed.

"I wasn't... I wasn't trying... I'm sorry... It's just..."

She took a deep breath.

"I was afraid that if you knew just what kind of girl I was, what kind of girl you married, that you wouldn't love me. That no guy

could

love a girl that had done all those things." She took a long pause before continuing. "And who still wanted to do them."

"Look honey. Still here. Still love you," I interjected.

She gave me a quick smile, and continued, "So, yes, before we met, I did things like that. But when we got married, I told myself all that was behind me. I'd found a man I truly loved, and he loved me. I'd be with him, and only him, forever. But then you started talking about wanting to see me with other men, and that was like a crack in a dam. The crack spread..."

"...No pun intended," I interjected, making her laugh.

"The crack spread, and then came the frat party, and the dam broke," she finished, her tone defiant but her face worried.

"Speaking of cracks spreading... what was all that about 'no anal'?"

She laughed again. I couldn't think of anything I liked better than making her laugh.

"Yeah, even though I do enjoy it, I wanted you to know that I was still in control. When I get in situations like that, I tend to... sort of lose control. I wanted you to know I wasn't a completely wanton slut, unable or unwilling to set limits on what they could do with me."

The way she said it made me suspect that it was more her trying to prove to herself that she was in control. I hoped she'd succeeded.

Kara settled in to do some actual work on her laptop, and I resumed reading the book I'd brought, or tried to anyway -- thoughts of last night kept intruding. What remained of the morning passed quickly.

❖ ❖ ❖

I'd just finished locking-down all of our social-media accounts -- it wouldn't do to have any of the guys she'd just fucked look me up on MyFace and find a picture of my wife -- when room-service delivered us a late lunch.

Kara was just poking at her salad, a sure sign she had something to say, but wasn't sure how to say it. I took another bite of my burger and waited.

Finally, she exhaled, and blurted out, "Haden invited me back tonight." She paused. "I was thinking I'd go."

I stared at her, my mind racing. I'd assumed that last night was a one-and-done, but of course they'd want her back. She also sounded plenty willing to go back. I guess when a dam bursts, it bursts. Part of me -- you know which part -- loved the idea of a round two. Was this what she'd meant about being "unleashed", as she'd put it last night?

"What if I said no, that I didn't want you to go back?"

"Then I wouldn't go." She sounded sincere, without a hint of the disappointment that I suspected she was feeling.

"Ok, I was just checking." I grinned. "I'm not saying no."

She smiled happily, but the smile quickly faded.

"So...," she said tentatively. "After you went downstairs, Haden didn't just talk to me about coming back. He also told me that tonight's party will be themed, and that the theme is 'kink'. By which they mean whips, handcuffs, leashes, and stuff like that."

"Oh," I said, "yeah, I could see you might be worried about that. Hey, if a hot girl like you shows up for another gang-bang, I can't imagine them caring that you don't follow the theme. I'm pretty sure it's just going to be sorority girls dressing slutty, and being daring by wearing fuzzy handcuffs, or bedazzled little dog-collars."

The expression on her face was a mix of excitement and caution. "No, that's not it. Kind of the opposite -- that actually makes me want to go back more."

I suppose after last night, this disclosure shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. Kara had never shown the slightest inclination to bring handcuffs or collars into the bedroom. I'd assumed it was something that neither of us were interested in.

"Really?" I stammered. "You want to be tied up and stuff?"

She looked away, and in a quiet voice, said, "There's still things I haven't told you."

"After college, before I met you, there was a guy I was with for a while." She made a face and said, "Damon," as though his name was a curse word.

After a moment she added, "Can I just say this wouldn't my first time mixing handcuffs and sex?"

Whoa! I gave her a questioning look, but she just shook her head. "So much I haven't told you about my past."

Something told me not to push, so I didn't. This revelation, on top of the one about last night not being her first gang-bang, should have shocked me, but at this point I guess I'd had enough shocks that the circuit-breaker had tripped. Or maybe I was just too excited by seeing my dreams come true to want to wake up.

"Hey," I said, "I understand. Tell me whenever you're ready." I meant it. Although I had to admit my interest in learning about her sexual past was now ten-times what it had been.

"And what if I'm never ready?"

I had to pause for a few seconds before answering. "Then never tell me. I just want you to know that there's

nothing

you could tell me that would change how much I love you, and how much I want to be with you." Despite my acute curiosity, I meant that too.

She nodded her head jerkily, and a single tear ran down her cheek. I reached out, wiped it off with my fingertip, and kissed her.

Kink Theme

Just like last night, I was at the party first. The big difference was that this time, I knew Kara was coming. Ok, two big differences -- tonight the theme was kink, and she had seemed more than willing to embrace that theme.

We'd decided she should arrive after I'd been there a while, as we obviously didn't want to arrive at the same time. It would have been good to switch it up and let her get here first, but I selfishly didn't want to miss her entrance.

Kara was coming later than me for another reason -- she'd wanted to pick up some things to let her be appropriate to the theme of tonight's party. She wouldn't tell me what, saying she'd rather surprise me. I hadn't tried to argue, as "surprise" did seem to be watchword for the weekend.

Relative to last night's party, there seemed to be more people here, and a good number of the girls had gotten into the spirit of things with way sluttier outfits. As I'd predicted, several of them wore collars. No leashes though.

Last night, I'd been enjoying the party, but had been a little sad that my wife wasn't with me. Tonight, despite the entertainingly attired college girls, the party seemed like a background distraction as I waited for Kara to arrive and the

real

party to start.

It looked like I wasn't the only one waiting, as I'd noticed Haden keeping a close eye on the door, obviously anxious to see if Kara would come back tonight. He eventually made his way over to me.

"Hey, Clay."

"Haden," I nodded. "You keep looking at the door. Expecting someone?"

"Yeah. That little blonde slut with the big tits that you watched get porked last night? I invited her back."

Under normal circumstances, hearing my exquisite, intelligent wife described so crudely might have led to the speaker and I taking it outside. But in this context, hearing it from a guy who fucked her last night and was undoubtedly looking forward to doing it again, it just fed my excitement about what was to come.

"Really? Awesome."

He gave me a sideways look. "You gonna do more than just watch this time?"

With a wry grin, I answered, "Nope. Still married."

"Suit yourself. You'll get to see a better show, though. That slut is into this kinky stuff for sure," he said confidently.

Despite my newfound suspicions that he was right, I gave him an appropriately skeptical look.

"I can always tell." He shrugged. "Something in the eyes."

Huh. Maybe Haden was more perceptive than I'd guessed at first. Now that I looked at him more closely, I decided he was also a little older than I'd have guessed.

"You a senior?"

"Yep." He grinned. "Have been for three years."

"What are you studying? I asked.

Haden started to reply, but stopped as we both saw Kara at the front door.

"Told you she'd be back," Haden said triumphantly.

This time, there was no delay at getting past the guy covering the door. She looked around, and I could tell she saw me and Haden, but instead of coming our way, she made a bee-line for the bar. The way she was dressed turned even more heads than last night.

Other than the extremely rare Margarita, Kara was strictly a wine drinker, and even then just a glass or two. I was shocked to see her rapidly down not just one, but two shots. Like her attire and behavior last night, this was another item on my growing

Who is This Woman?

list.

Alcohol detour behind her, she made her way over to us, and I got my first good look at what she was wearing. Or, more accurately, almost not wearing.

Her top was black mesh with no bra. The mesh was more air than cloth, and left nothing about her impressive 32DD's to the imagination. I couldn't believe she'd worn that in the ride-share she'd used to get here. Below that was a very small, very tight black leather skirt, and I'd have bet quite a bit that there wasn't any underwear covering her neatly-waxed pussy.

Her earrings were again not her usual understated studs, nor were they last night's large hoops. Tonight they were shiny and dangling. Last, but not least, around her neck was a wide black collar with a very functional looking D-ring in the front. Between the outfit and accessories, I almost didn't notice the bag she was carrying in addition to her normal tiny purse.

She greeted us, "Haden. Galahad."

"My name's Clay," I reminded her with a grin.

"Of course. How silly of me."

Impatiently, Haden cut in, "You came back."

She made an "obviously" gesture.

"I assume you're here to..."

"Be fucked?" she said, her eyebrow arched as she finished his sentence. "Yes. Oh, yes."

She reached into the bag she was carrying, and took out a black leather leash, which she clipped onto the D-ring of her collar. To my surprise, she handed the end of the leash to me, and I automatically took it.

Her eyes dancing merrily, she looked at me and said, "Will your wife mind if you just lead me to wherever these guys plan to fuck me?"

Holy hell, what a tease! I managed to mumble, "No, I guess not."

Kara went into the bag again, and this time came out with a set of leather cuffs. She handed them to me, then put her arms behind her back. With an innocent grin, she said, "I'm all yours."

I was as surprised by the cuffs as I'd been by the leash, but I managed to recover quickly, and proceeded to place them securely around her wrists, keeping her arms behind her.

I looked at my wife -- leashed, half-naked, helpless with her arms cuffed behind her back, and ready to let a bunch of horny frat guys gang-bang her. As the husband that loved her, I wasn't sure I was comfortable with the message of submissiveness she was sending, but as the husband that got off on his wife being fucked by other guys, it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.

"How many guys tonight?" asked Haden.

Kara looked down -- was she blushing?

Still looking at the floor, she said "Last night was a warmup -- let's make it eight tonight."

Somebody knew their powers of two. "So does that mean sixteen tomorrow night?" Haden said with a leer.

She looked up at him. "It might, except for the fact that I head home tomorrow afternoon."

"Too bad. And where's home?" he asked, a little too eagerly for my taste.

"Not something I share."

Haden shrugged like he hadn't really expected an answer, but I could tell he was captivated by Kara, and really would have liked to think there might be more than just two nights of gang-bangs. I didn't feel sorry for him. Having sex with a woman like Kara even twice was more than a lot of guys could dream of.

"You want to choose them again?" Haden asked her.

She shook her head. "Do I look like I'm in charge tonight?" She gave a performative little struggle against the cuffs, making her breasts move enticingly.

"I guess not," he chuckled.

He looked thoughtful for a minute.

"If I choose," he said, "some of the guys'll feel disrespected and get all pissy." He nodded at me. "Clay, you're an impartial alumnus -- you pick 'em."